Bottom watching

While shopping I can't stop my eyes wandering to the bottoms of the female shoppers, and image spanking them. The ladies on question are always the same type. Classy thirty- mums or business women. I imagine taking them across my knee, raising their designer skirts and spanking their pantied bottoms. I am not a weirdo or stalker, just a dirty old man with an active imagination.

Funny, I bet a lot of guys here suffer from the same affliction.

Always and forever, I'm an "ass man". If you took a poll of the males here, I'd bet I'm among the majority.

You are not alone in always being on the lookout for cute bottoms. And certainly many of today's fashions facilitate it the way they call attention to the female posterior.
Whether its tight blue jeans or spandex exercise or running tights, little short-shorts with maybe a bit of cheek exposed, and of course today's bathing suits, its hard not to run into a female that does not call your attention to her bottom. They come in all shapes, sizes, ages, and ethnicities. Whether your taste runs to thick plump seat cushions, pert bubble butts,toned butts on athletic women, there is something for everyone.
And of course it goes without saying that its strictly look and admire, and don't touch or leer, if its a stranger. Otherwise, you would be doing something illegal, or certainly at least a display of very poor manners.

It's strange that we admire the female bottom so much and yet this view doesn't seem to be shared by the owners of those very bottoms.

Three wonderful examples stick in my memory. The first was in the Scottish Highlands. I'd pulled my car into a lay-by by the sea and was checking a map or something when a rather Latin-looking young female cyclist pulled in ahead of me and proceeded to take some kind of jersey off, leaving a red top and dark blue shorts around a superb bottom. The actions a girl cyclist needs to start cycling again are magic if she has a nice bottom! She left. After a bit, I was ready to set off and then found myself behind her for some time before I could overtake. The wind was strong against her so she was pushing into it extra hard, raising her bum off the saddle to do so. There could have been a traffic jam.

The second was in a Northern English town. Walking along the pavement, I found myself approaching a remarkable group of three. Two police officers were patrolling along - one male, and one female with perhaps the most extraordinary arse I've ever seen on a white woman, huge and meaty in the tight, navy blue trousers, but drum-firm and sticking straight out miles behind her without a hint of sag as each massive buttock fought with its partner. I said a group of three. A man was walking behind, eyes fixed on the official rump! It then became a group of four, broken up when the leading two turned to go into a covered market.

The third was recently by a reservoir in the Midlands which has a path right round it. I was passed by two studenty female joggers, both sweet-faced, but the brunette with a pert, tight bottom and the dark-haired one with a magnificent piece about four or five times the size of her head. Four cheeks in tight shorts wobbling in unison - what a sight!

Fortunately I live in a City with many figure conscious 'Yummy Mummies', lithe lissome female joggers, cyclists and thousands of young students, so the opportunities for a little harmless bottom watching are many and varied.

Good lord BH, my blood pressure´s on the rise just thinking about the images I try to conjure up in my stories without you sending it into overdrive!

Err, by the way ..... which reservoir were you visiting in the Midlands?

That's culturally dependent. African American women see big butts as desirable, and are proud of them. Same seems to be true of the Latin countries, to a somewhat lesser extent.

As for me...the women in my stories are all closely based, physically speaking, on women I've met in real life. I'll just leave it at that.

The memory that always sticks in my mind is the Italian looking waitress in a little coffee bar about thirty odd years ago. She was so beautiful it would have taken your breath away and then she leaned right over to clean the table next to mine. I couldn't take my eyes off her. It was like I imagine a religious experience might be. Still makes me smile to think of it even now!